Seated Leatherman

 

Those of you who read my last dispatch from the homo frontlines (the Leather Pride event in Palm Springs) are aware that I was impressed enough with the gear and the guys that I have reversed myself on dictating a eulogy for the Leather Community. I've thought a lot about those men this week and that compelled me to draw "Seated Leatherman" to honor those fine fellows that have kept the faith. It's got a kind of retro look for no particular reason other than to recognize the endurance of this extraordinary subset of Queer World. The Leather Boys are the only faction of our population that have embraced the reality that we (fags) don't dress, think, or behave like straight people when we're among our own. They may be lawyers and doctors and entrepreneurs (good gear ain't cheap) in their un-gay times, but they embrace a totally different esthetic when they're engaging in social activities like the one at Palm Springs. They are the true "gay heroes" — not the politicians and certainly not the marriage and childrearing set. These guys understand and manifest just how magnificently and uniquely beautiful we cocksuckers truly are.

 

I actually started another drawing to pay homage to the Leather community but realized I'd made a fundamental error. As usual, I drew the naked bodies of two guys walking together. Then, I began putting the outfits on and it looked weirdly off. It took me a few minutes to understand why the sketch wasn't working, but then it dawned on me that their posture was simply too casual. The construction of full leather attire encourages the wearer to stand almost regally upright. The weight of the boots and jacket, the tightness of the pants or chaps, and if a cap is worn properly with the slight obstruction of the upper vision (hence a head held high to SEE SHIT), all of these contribute to the impressive stance adopted by so many of the men I saw last weekend. These guys oozed with genuine pride and confidence.

I've been a member of the Leather Community from the first time I visited the SPIKE in NYC back in the early eighties. I never had the money (or later on, the worthy body) to own the full get-up, but I've always had the boots, the harness, the expected accessories, and of course the motorcycle jacket. As a matter of fact, I need to offer a disclaimer about "Seated Leatherman." I don't use models for drawings but in this particular case I did. My jacket — the one I've had for over thirty years now — was draped over a 18" circular fan and afforded me the opportunity to get very specific in my detailing. Thanks, once again, jacket. You never fail me.

 

So, whatever kind of gay man you are, take a serious look at the Leather Community if at all possible. They are absolutely the best we have going for us identity-wise. You can monogamy-marry reliable Abner and raise little Amber and Jayden when you're over fifty and beginning to lose your spark. For now, invest in a good pair of boots, a leather jacket, and be part of something for us, about us, and representative of us. Oh, and buy gay art... mine specifically. Hahaha!!!

 

— Michael Kirwan

 

Seated Leatherman — 2012 — 6" x 10¼"

 

 

 

 

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